I'd like to share with you a brand new one act play written by a very close personal friend. I hope you find it as fabulous as I do.
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Alec Hanslowe
[Man 1 is standing at bus stop. Man 2 walks in and stands at bus stop.]
Man 1: [Walks in, nods at other man. Man 2 nods back.]
Hello.
Man 2: Hello.
[Pause]
Man 1: I’ll kill your wife.
[Pause]
No charge.
[Pause]
Man 2: I’m twenty-two.
[Pause]
Man 1: What?
Man 2: I’m twenty-two; I’m not old.
[Pause]
Man 1: What does that have to do with anything?
Man 2: I’m not sure why you’re assuming I’m married.
[Pause]
[Looks at hand]
I don’t have any rings.
[Looks at hand]
[Shows Man 1 hand]
Man 1: [Shrugs]
[Pause]
[Sighs]
[Pause]
I just bought a baby – real cheap . . . let you have him for free.
[Pause]
Man 2: Why would I want a baby?
Man 1: He’s Chinese.
Man 2: [Looks for bus obviously]
Man 1: I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.
[Pause]
Just thought . . . you were cool.
Man 2: [At the word “cool,” Man 2’s eyes widen and he frowns. He steps out of bus stop, addressing the audience painfully.]
I’ve seen men
and I’ve seen boys.
Looked at them
with their securities
and their self-assured
friendships.
I would break my back
to be!
I stand between
a young boy
and the ageless ocean,
snapping my strings
to be a part of
something.
All I am
is a man-child
who looks cool
but simply is not.
[Goes back to bus stop, eyes still wide and sad.]
[To Man 1] Sorry.
[Pause]
Man 1: It’s alright. Just making conversation.
Man 2: [Looks at Man 1, eyes wide. Then turns back, now facing forward. The first time the men look at each other in the play.]
Man 1: [Steps out of bus stop, addressing audience painfully, slowly.]
I just wanted
to make a good
first impression.
[Goes back to bus stop, deeply saddened. Man 2’s eyes still wide and angry.]
End
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